Bloodsport

Drinking enough to knife to death the dumb down Drinking yourself to death am I in touch now You ask me how to cure your headache, use a gun If you think you're doing something special, it's been done So just think dumb Think harder, sip up, sick up,

I'm playing games with your sex, with your 'lectric shocks Learn to let myself loose and be the dummy in your snapshots I'm playing games learn to get on with your backward fans Stick my body in the sun and help to get rid of the white tan And maybe

May Days, Throwaways - some things here have got to stay A string of pearls, the strangest girl - happy with the Western world Painless Chinese burns Ties me down with daisy chains Diamonds on her tongue Pleasure cuts and teasing M'aidez - this is no

Don't look now, we're branded, we're the black sheep Sewn apart and Siamese--the black sheep When the water seems too deep The shadows always wait beneath But laughing loud we brave the role of black sheep If you see me you'll be crossing the street

I've got the fuel in my head from the flesh I need to break sweat I've got the feeling I might get offence if I might be some threat Want back doors, want blood on the sheets again Give me back doors, give me blood on sheets again I feel the fuel lik

(Small town witch come to mess me up.. yeah) See black, see bloom Died on an impulse over you Caught like a corpse crawling round a dream and loving you And she hangs on youth Crushing any feet to fit the shoes Stepping it out with a size 12 mouth an

Get on the gospel train for my lord has come to soon So you had me going too, any day I've the taste just laughed On a week of solar wings, getting off on electro-flesh All the boys and all the girls, making out we're taking turns The sound was going

I want to be a kid again Combed down hair and Sunday best See me staying out bunking school Knowing wrong from right just rules I wish I'd never seen your face "Better door than window" phase I need an echo not your praise Straying from the poin

Nothing is perfect but your imperfections are quaint And your love is worth it and for that I will wait And though you hate me, when you have a turn I drive you crazy but you always return If I fall short If I break rank It's a bloodsport But I under

Got answers for everyone, endless excuses Not habit for anyone, 'cause I'm trying to break your click-track heart Seen a vision of perfect grace, airbrushed and lifeless All contempt and aftertaste, it's like I'm waiting for the scars to heal 对每个人都以谎

Okay, you had sedatives and cold champagne They say, "That must be the price of fame" It's not a joke if you can chocke on the thought of it You're not my friend to defend if you're loving it So Kurt I heard that you squeezed somebody's hand It